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Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down

アーティスト:Ray Stevens  アルバム:Have a Little Talk with Myself 

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Well, I woke up Sunday mornin' with no way to hold my head that didn't hurt And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad, so I had one more for dessert Then I fumbled through my closet for my clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirt And I shaved my face and combed my hair and stumbled down the stair to meet the day Well, I'd smoked my brain the night before with cigarettes and songs that I'd been a-pickin' But I lit my first and watched a small kid cussin' at a can that he was kickin' Then I crossed the empty street and caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken And it took me back to somethin' that I'd lost somehow somewhere along the way On the Sunday morning sidewalks, wishin', Lord, that I was stoned 'Cause there's somethin' in a Sunday, makes a body feel alone And there's nothin' short o'


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